Best Love After Love Poems
"Then there is no more left but this, that
in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall be no less
than the love we two have already known"
(Words of Heloise to Abelard after her pregnancy)
Like moon on nights of skies un-starred
she lived without her Abelard.
A parched still plain was Heloise -
like moon on nights of skies un-starred.
In death she would not lose regard
for him who’d been her rain and breeze.
Like moon on nights of skies un-starred,
she lived without her Abelard.
When Abelard put love away,
with Church he mightily aligned.
The world was not like ours today
when Abelard put love away.
Not even Heloise could say
were she to often cross his mind.
When Abelard put love away,
with Church he mightily aligned.
By Andrea Dietrich
For the Famous Couples/DuosPoetry Contest
of Heather Ober
(based on one of the most interesting love stories
I have ever read: Abelard & Heloise)
You believe in life after love
You went places I did not go.
I told you it was breaking down.
The foundation of our Love
You said hold on a minute
I'll be right back.
We needed to fix it then I said
I waited for you to come back.
Forever and a day it seemed
But when I saw your face
My heart lit up like always
And everything else fades away.
Then you'd say to me again
Hold on to this I'll be right back.
I told you, you can't leave, not again.
You said to hold this I'll be right back.
I promise you this time I mean it.
You know I love babe you know I do.
I said but what if I get tired and it falls.
I trust you I know you won't let it.
I said if it shatters on the floor
Then it will be to late to fix it.
And it will be swept away
All that will be left on the floor
Are teardrops where I cried.
Finding love in play all by design
Working overtime to keep one that is all mine
Magnetic powers not able to tow the line
Letting another love go that fails to define
Why must my life be filled with so much sorrow
I just want the kind of love that last for all my tomorrows
Opening my heart when it always seems to get blown apart
Laying my life out there being honest from the start
Lord is it possible that I may have some broken parts
Or is cupid just shooting blank darts
Can't put my finger on the reasons why
Always looking for the next love to try
Love that will reach out to touch the sky
With a woman who will find no reasons to ever lie
Things like that always seem to break this guy
Believing she is out there eager to fly
Needing this kind of sizzling hot love before I die
Not one where it all means saying goodbye
A real lady who will always look me in the eye's
Not one I will end up having to despise
Believing the right woman is out there
Ready to invest her heart and play fare
Has the ability to show her loving care
Lord, I know you hear my longing prayer's
Send me the right one without so many layers
I will await that special flower
Making sure to water it every day so it will tower
Love soaring through life hour after hour
Sharing the kind of love that will blossom as it flowers
On the canvas of life, your signature lies,
Etched onto my granite heart, and the ever-changing skies.
Your essence, turned my primary colours, to vibrant schemes,
And now, in every hue I see that it’s you tinting my dreams.
You recoloured my world, breathed life into grey,
Transformed rigid contours into a graceful bright ballet.
Energy was no more just a word, it became an intimate dance,
You left your signature in every moment, every glance.
Each beat of joy is but a reflection of your presence,
An echo of laughter, lost in adolescence.
Each drop of sorrow finds its roots in your absence,
A shadowed valley, of your love, it's the severance.
You are both the zenith, and my deepest despair,
The interlude of greys, the weary threadbare.
The man I am, is but a silhouette of your inspiration,
A walking spirit of our lost constellation.
Once driven to become worthy of your affection,
A homage to your faith, an attempt at perfection.
Your phantom fingers no longer sculpt my path,
Yet, their imprints remain, a ghostly aftermath.
The woman who’ll cradle my unborn child in her womb,
Is the benefactor of the man that you helped to bloom.
Yet, my love for her, though steady and true,
Can never engulf, as completely, as I once loved you.
Your signature is everywhere, a residual glow,
In every sunset's burn, in the morning cock’s crow.
You transformed me, your essence deep in my vein,
An echo of love, a masterpiece of bittersweet pain.
All is quiet
The room is still
I hear this tapping on my window sill
I look out and there you are
My dashing knight
On your white horse
after love
i lay me down
... and sigh
As he fed the pigeons
I couldn’t help but wonder
what he did at other times
of the day.
In my young mind
he couldn’t be rich
or why would he
be wasting time on a bench?
His shoes, well scuffed,
but not “disgraceful”
as the nuns used to say,
gave a “been somewhere” impression
While tying his right shoe lace,
his rising eye caught mine.
He raised his hand with the brown bag of food
as though to say “feed the birds with me”
and smiled the grin of the wise.
I’d wished to avoid his eyes;
hadn’t enough time to greet that face.
I was on my way to another place.
No time to greet that face
open….
face of time and peace
simple….
mug of contentment lacking in guile.
Wish….
I’d stayed and returned his smile.
© Kathryn McL. Collins
In those brief moments when we have finished pleasing
each other's body the way only we know how:
whispering, touching, tickling, teasing;
we harness eternity and shrink it to now.
Your breasts, Tibetan monastaries guarding the skies,
still tingle from when I touched you there.
My seed escapes to the cavern of your thighs,
and our fragrance lingers heavy in the air.
Amazing love, so mature, so young,
creating memories to forever keep.
Your body remembers the map of tongue,
but this night will end when we roll over to sleep.
So here, now, before the end has begun,
let's remain in this union, melted as one.
I will learn to live after love has long died
I will learn t laugh after my sorrow cried
I will learn to smile after my frown has born'
I will learn to forgive after I have been scorn
I will learn to taste after the flavor has subside
I will learn the truth after knowing they lied
I will learn faith after believing doubt
I will learn from the light after living in a blackout
I will learn to laugh after my sorrow has cried
I will learn to live after love has long died
I love
The leaves that fall too silent to the
ground, I love
When I'm lost and don't want to be
found, I love
When I dance and my head's spinnin
round, I love
When you leave and I feel like
I've drowned.
I love
When you hate me so much that it
hurts, I love
When you push me to ashes and
dirts, I love
When my eyes are as dry as
desserts, I love
When I can't seem to manage my blurts.
I love
When I'm numb and I don't feel a
thing, I love
When the feel of a bee doesn't
sting, I love
When I sleep walk from winter to
spring, I love
When the memories choke like a
string but I hate
You.
So they just sat there,
pretending that the silence was the result of their search for an answer.
He probably knew for sure, but
she could only try to know.
A fat bird flew down from out of nowhere, and tried to force its head into a tiny hole in the
ground.
When the bird finally flew away,
they were back to just sitting there,pretending.
Even when the lion came and ate the boys arms;
and when the snake spat into her eyes and instantly blinded her,
all he did, was use his voice to see what she could not,
and all she did was use her heart to feel what his hands could not.
They just sat there.
Dedications many to this emotion.
Praise many to this state of mind.
However, it stands over time, a mystery.
A human touch from so far
How could it be love?
Confusion is never cleared.
What is it?
We are human after all.
A wavelength connects one to another,
Distance, no matter how long,
No matter from where;
One communication established.
Human touch grows warmer and warmer
There’s no place for routine, material gain,
Ambitions, expectations, dreams to be seen.
A vision yet, of a positive mind, there.
There beyond our day to day struggle,
Our problems, our family issues, our demands…
A flower, a smiley, a gift, an applause
They are so many which appears
On but a small screen which make your day.
Life goes on, but like a hidden energy cell
In a private world of one’s own, far from judgement,
It supports, it consoles, it lifts you up.
Time is immeasurable; its no relation, its no commitment,
Some goes short, some goes long, weeks or years and years.
One just stops at time to wonder but its too deep rooted to let go.
Virtual relations are no sins
Its one of the new blessings of God
in a technological world.
It stands as an evidence that love has no bound
And no form and no rule!
WHISPERING TO EACH OTHER
‘I LOVE YOU’
She knew there was no more time
Soft Sweet kisses
In the mirrored of pirouette
Arms so strong
Oh how wonderful to be held
And the opening of their eyes
To see....
Die a thousand
Deaths
Of the last of the looks to be
With Each drop of HER
Is given to the memory
Of HIM....
To try to put out the
Fires of their shimmering lives;
Received by grace
Of a sweet melody
With the passion of the moment
Was it never meant to be?
The flesh shall be given
And to behold this blessed day
With breathe as sweet as daises
And the touch of their hearts
Where his hand will lead
Her soul will follow...
Where all their paths are praise worthy
And the treasures are buried in the precious pearls of
Life;
The pleasure most pleasing to her
In his strong face and loving
Eyes;....
The sunrise upon their nights
Are missed with her life
Please hold me she begs
From afar
So this love affair is no more
So near.....
To give their love as in heavens
But to be reborn
Where the sky lowers
To see the secrets revealed.
To be, she says.....
AFTER THE LOVE AFFAIR;
Brooke
In the doorway, you stand deliciously;
I draw you over to the bed.
And kiss your mouth as I pull your dress,
Slowly over your head.
I nip your neck and eye you coyly;
You sink into my kiss.
And as we touch, I see you buckle,
Into a sharp, awaited bliss.
Sweet lover, with skin as pure as pearls,
Like a coin that’s clean and new.
I open up my mouth to speak,
And all I say: “I do.”
Still In Love...
My son came to me with
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when
I was in her tummy?”
My eyes choked with tears;
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you
will always belong.”
I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.
He came running to me with
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.
His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!
By Jim Pemberton
2006