Best Life Love Poems


Premium Member Tranquility

Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.
I will hold tight your days of youth 
And share with you my honest truth 

That innocence ingrained at birth,
Precious childhood days filled with mirth,
Will be so fleeting... you will see
The need for God's tranquility.

How grandma's age is redefined
When your teen years become aligned
With thoughts of struggles, I go through,
The many shades in every hue,

That colors life for me today.
In these sweet days, I watch you play
As I instill the grains of hope,
An inner strength to help you cope

With all the changes life will bring.
The ups and downs from early spring
Throughout your life in winter years
When you, like me, through joys and tears

Have lived a life you feel has worth;
Have given back to better earth.
When you have children of your own
And you too, see how they have grown,

My hope is that you let them know
That through their life where e'er they go
They carry with them bits of me,
Please share with them, tranquility.

The teenage years and the golden years are 
the most difficult to endure. Both are fraught 
with emotions...of facing life...of facing death.

May 9, 2017

~Poem of the Day May 11, 2017~

Premium Member H-E-A-R-T of L-O-V-E

Oh how I love you.
             Cherishing each moment,
            for you have opened             
           my heart with your
           everlasting and precious 
            love. Yet so tender;                  .uoy evol I woh hO
            You place God                   ,tnemom hcae gnihsirehC
             first in your life. And                 denepo evah uoy rof
              I love you more for that.              ruoy htiw traeh ym
                Hold on to the other           suoicerp dna gnitsalreve
                  half of my heart,                   ;rednet os teY .evol
                    for one day we                           doG ecalp uoY
                      Shall put them                 dnA .efil ruoy ni tsrif
                        Together                .taht rof erom uoy evol I   
                          As one                     rehto eht ot no dloH   
                            With                          ,traeh ym fo flah
                               God.                        ew yad eno rof
                                                            meht tup llahS
                                                                  rehtegoT
                                                                   eno sA
                                                                    htiW
                                                                 .doG 

Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

05-20-2012

Premium Member This Spring the Poppies Bloomed

A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun would rise
the mist would lift 
consoling one in darkness

Rising up where wildflowers past have fallen
victim to soil fallow and shallow
your Spring growth resurrects my hope
as your resurgent blooms stretch to the heavens
I awaken thawed from the frost of loss  
regenerated by dreams 
of undying love  sacrifice  and  joy

O poppy blood red
vast your bed a symbol of life and death  
and imagination..  you inspire me with your irony
your roots belie a feathery foliage
anchored though airy
light and looking like you might take flight 
but spirited blossoms stand an army of angels
earthbound and blushing

My breath stops when I gaze upon you — yet
when I walk among your thronging whorls
grazed by your grace
my chest rises and falls 
my bloodstream set ablaze 
by the grandeur of your inner light
my heart rejoices with the voices of breezes 
aswirl with a swish through your scarlet banners of peace

We share a savor for new-day chardonnay skies
tender the warm tinge before summer’s singe 
rhythmic air moves us with singsong sighs
a swaying dance of sepaled celebrants
with nary a fresh bud trod upon
crimson and sunrise   spirit and flesh  
raising palms and psalms in thanks and praise
festive in rebirth and remembrance 
where tears fall not as rain but as  
           c o n f e t t i
as my heart carries the bouquet of your immortal beauty 
like a bride on her May wedding day


Susan Ashley 
March 11, 2022


*Dedicated to my father who gently passed on June 10, 2021.
You are loved and missed dearly, dad 


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh


*nary: not, or not any


(Image: Glow with pride: Express.co.uk)


Premium Member Only Ever With You

O N L Y   E V E R    W I T H   Y O U

Only ever with you, I love to have and hold
into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold;
into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold;
only ever with you, I yearn to grow old...

Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such
for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush
Only ever with you my being wants to attach
as first step already taken to our primrose path

Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips
Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland
Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin
only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point

Stars and moon may leave the dark skies
yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes
day and night, I see the rising sunrise.
Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights

for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity.
Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity
to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity.
Mindless to whatever is there in humanity

Only ever with you...
_______________________________________________
POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015

©O. E. Guillermo
5:32 pm, February 26, 2015

Premium Member Life, To Me

Colors daubed for seasons' scenes
          I sift through life for what it means
               In spite of chaos, shades and flings
     It comes down to the simple things

The mountain tops, the dark abyss'
          Have ground my egos down to this
               Of all the chance and spheres I'm of
     Life's worth and essence is ... but LOVE

Indeed, I've lived big moments, too
          The raptures and sweet rendezvous
               Moving mountains - burning skies
     Bright lilting lashes, soft lullabies

Shedding poisons like second skin
          Too few dreams to wear them in
               I dared the devil, danced with death
     Swore for mercy's whisp'ring breath

So just when ends seemed all to be
          This extra chance was proffered me
               Don't take for granted or yet waste
     That vigor gained from rigors faced

Don't tend concerns to end or start
          It's what's between that fills a heart
               True meaning - love's enduring kiss
     A life's no less or more ... than THIS.





~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Strand Select, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Favourite Poem From May, 2019" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "The Meaning of Life" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.

Premium Member In the Moment

Sitting by his bed
Labored breathing
Time is short 
Holding his hand
A prayer – for him, for me
Be strong and courageous
Eyes blink open for a moment
Then nothing – gone
Tears flow 
Skin relaxes
Death pallor forms
Alone in the moment
Alone

Cell Phone rings
My daughter in a panic
Fear spikes my heart
Dad – there are ants in the bathroom
Relief – exhaling
Death in the moment
But also Life
Life

Goodbye dear friend
Our time over
Your precious love and wisdom 
I take 
To guide my moments
My moments 

To love
To forgive
To encourage
To live
Each day
Each person
In every situation
Compassionately
Boldly
Completely
In every moment

In
Every 
Moment





David Meade
12/28/2014

Live Generously


Premium Member To Love What Is Beautiful

It’s easy to love what is beautiful
                      It’s easy to ponder the sky
It’s easy to love what is helpless
             When innocence touches the eye

It’s easy to brush against velvet
                     Or savor the song of a Lark
It’s easy to gaze at the moon
                       As it is belighting the dark 

Yet what of the less graceful beings
            Whose beauty may lie deep within
Will they dine alone at the table
                        For lack of a glorious skin

I wonder the value of beauty
                     If only its surface is blessed
When only the eye of the holder 
         Sees only how something is dressed

It’s easy to love what is beautiful
                        It may not be easy to see
But oh, it is worthy of effort
                  And surely the heavens agree

Spring Bud

My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
                                   s
                                  p
                                r
                               i
                              n
                            g

Premium Member A Last Poem For You, My Mate

A Last Poem for You, My Mate

If Death comes calling in colorful spring
I hope it will come in the month of May
When our garden is filled with fragrant blooms
That you have tended in your caring way.

Pansies and daisies with their sweet faces
Look up to agapanthus lofty height.
Each bloom as diverse as we are humans,
Each offers beauty to my love's delight.

Please don't come in summer when school is out,
Time with our grandchildren I cherish so.
I can't think of ruining their fun time
I'm pleading, in summer, don't make me go.

The times that we share at the pool or parks
Is precious to me as watching them grow.
They fill my heart with such laughter and joy
I feel their love too...I'm letting you know.

Oh Death, come in autumn, my favored time.
When green leaves turn scarlet, orange and gold.
My eyes feast on beauty of changing trees,
Grateful for my seasons of growing old.

Autumn transcends my soul's true endeavors
To leave with you poetic words, my mate.
My legacy...to our generations
As we must all accept Death as our fate.

In winter, a time of quiet and rest...
When reflections of past mirror our views
And we watch as our life spreads before us
If it’s time to leave, I wish I could choose.

However Death, should you come in winter,
When the Earth like my hair is bathed in white,
I'd embrace your visit in my winter
To dwell forever in God's divine light.

12-12-18 



My Muse Mortal Poetry Contest~ Premiere Contest Third Place~
Sponsor Gregory Barden

Premium Member His Life, His Love

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.


September 18, 2010
Submitted Oct. 7, 2022 for 
Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Poetry Contest

Premium Member His Golden Essence

The oyster shell 

                       grows old
                                         
                                       and gnarled 

                                                                 but

                                                                                       
                                the  p e a r l  inside 

                                                       remains the 
                             
                                                                        same


Susan Ashley
March 22, 2021

(a monoku in non-traditional format)


Poet’s note: this poem is dedicated to my beloved father, Albert, who will be 94 years old on April 27, 2021. Though he deals with a myriad of age-related health issues, it hasn’t tarnished his golden essence. His mortal heart and mind may be aged but his loving spirit is ageless.

Updated note: my dad, Albert, a.k.a. pépé (French Canadian for grandpa), passed away peacefully at home surrounded by his family on June 10, 2021. He will forever be loved and missed by those of us he left behind.

Premium Member A Moment In Time

In that moment his eyes swirled 
with all of the love he held for me;
with every ounce of life that he 
would happily lay down for me

In that moment I felt the covering 
of all the pain I had ever felt;
the vanishing of every tear shed 
through the trials life had dealt

In that moment the wind whispering 
my destiny became a roar;
lifting me from my path riddled 
with obstacles, making me soar

In this moment my heart does 
not hurt; my tears do not sting
Let me live in this moment for 
life; until my requiem they sing

07/21/2018
© FJ Thomas  Create an image from this poem.

Life

I asked to my father
Baba, What is life?
He politely said to me, "Life is Duty ."

I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life?
She said to me with smile, "Life is Responsibility ."

I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life?
He said to me with love, "Life is Education ."

I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life?
He said to me with confidence, "Life is Devotion ."

Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life?
I have said to him, "Dear, You are my life ."


(Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language.  Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society)

Premium Member Ode To the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way

Premium Member Love Is

Love is a rainbow mirrored in the sky
Its free, its beautiful and tells no lies

A gleaming reflection
Upon the still of a pond
The dewy mist on a freshly cut lawn

Love is a sanctuary for our innermost fears
A tiny capsule to hold all of our tears

A symbol of beauty, rare to be found
Its strength and convictions
Knows no bounds

Love is the touch of our first newborn
So soft, so delicate, so easy to adore

An unconditional consenting of souls
An awareness, a spirit, unique to its own

Love soothes and heals though cannot be bought
An eternal commitment so widely sought

Love is a truth and blossoms for few
A necessity of life, a uniting of hearts
A palette so stunning, so beautiful and new

Love is how I feel for you.
© Lynn Marie  Create an image from this poem.

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