Best Lifelove Poems

One day after years of searching
for that missing link 
he came along, without warning 
he meddled with the barricades 
I build... 

The things I used to protect myself, 
fragile me, all exposed 
and yet 
the steps we took healed us both... 

Not realizing that every...

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Loss carried with strength.
Loss that goes on through out his life.
He will never put it down..
It lingers like her perfume.

A fine heart, important to his friends.
Able to write words that grab the soul
And wont let go.

A sense of humor..a word or phrase
That brings a smile...

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I  

A spark is shot
Deftly, from between two fingers.
It sits, wavering on its bed
Like a lone star
Against the black,
Cold coals.
Chuckling, a candle flame shows
Its little golden head.
Sleepily, it reaches for its mother
And she, flickering, crackles her tongue
As the scorching hand upon her breast grows
And...

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Alive today, in this time, undeserving, yet, I am blessed…
By His divine mercy
By His eternal love
With a resolute faith 
With a loving family 
With special friends – a few
With hands yearning to heal
With a gift of verse -sometimes
With a gift of stitching - therapeutic
With a...

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I think that we forget how to be human, after awhile.
Our feelings harden, due to the other non human beings who cause us to build 
walls. These walls tend to keep out the actual humans who, just maybe, love us. 
The innocent who, just maybe,...

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The cloudscape changes 
and floods excited crowds of sunlight 
on a patch of playful sea, 
turning fat green hills 
into toyful bumping buses. 

The wind turns her back, 
shows me her cold white legs, 
striding away. 

The land is blackgreen, 
the sky is dark coffee;...

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I know that God is the master and all knowing 
and with this gift of life, 
he gave me you without showing
me how to handle all the love 
and feelings thats included
i spend my days trying to show my love;
and work on how to prove...

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The voices matter not
what they might say..

Please, toss the scorn and names aside
For, who can say, who has the right
To be the one, who will decide
Who can love...or who is a man?

~

There was a man of whom I speak
So like a rose, with gentle hands
A...

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I have watched the sun pour fire
into a glistening lake


I have heard a miracle born
as mornings line did break


I have seen a thousand angels
living in this world


I have survived as feeble cries
were ignored and never heard


but it was when your gentle hand
caressed my rivers bed,
shooting...

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I sit in your webb  of destruction waiting 
waiting for the bite that will be suffocating 
turning my love into death 
as the spider takes his last dying breath, 

Toxic love, the only love I know 
smack in the fsce was the way I...

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I can be...

HAPPY
ANNOYED
SAD
ANGRY
HORNY
LONLEY
HUNGRY

Happy when my check direct deposits every friday 
Money talks more than love does sometimes. 
I'll be happy when love evetually does land 
in my lap. As of right now I'm in the pursuit of it.... 

Annoyed when people don't understand me. 
When...

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Identical Twins



Time is passing
Life is fleeting
We will all be memories
Some day

We bid them farewell
Those we have known
With no compensation
For broken hearts

Each life has known us
Though we are strangers
Your eyes are so similar
To those I loved

But you are leaving
As I am expiring
We are remembering
The faces lost

I...

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The Poem Neruda Did Not Write 
(Ode to Pablo Neruda)

Hello, Pablo, nice to see you are here!
Not feeding the Bird? at A Lemon grove
that hums A Song of Despair, which appear

to be From--Twenty Poems of Love  
that were forever Lost in the forest...
of Nothing...

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Eyelids  heavy with memories 
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins. 
A baby with grown-up fingers 
Reads the past in Braille 
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past. 
Her fingertips retract like eyes of snails back into the...

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I’m not much into phonies 
And I love to play the ponies
I spend too much shoppin’
And do too less moppin’

I love my amazing hubby
My fantastic cat, Chubby
Starbuck’s Passion Iced Tea
That trashy Reality TV
My famed DVR recorder
Though not exactly in that order!

I am crazy about my...

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