Best Love Is Blind Poems
The choices we make in love can surprise
Because it sees not with the eyes
It looks within the tender heart
As its healing power it imparts
Love sometimes comes at first sight
And give the soul great delight
It can even grow over time
For reasons with or without rhyme
Love can travel over seas
And catch the whisper of the breeze
Love can drizzle just like rain
It can come and go again
Love can fall like gentle snow
And soothe the soul in summer's glow
Love can blossom in the spring
In its fragrance the heart will sing
Love is what will see us through
Through thick and thin it's there with you
And when you find a love that's true
You'll be glad to say "I do"
Love can do all this and more
For this ailment there's no cure
Love can even blow your mind
And it does all this, while being "blind"
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3/26/16
Our fellow travelers,
What measure of trust for them?
The moment's imperfections are easily, even instinctively overlooked -
We risk for their benefit, sacrifice for their good.
Minutes stretched, the holy person spoke to all comers
As I heard love's woman,
Hanging on the pierced and tattooed man.
What did she see, he was fractional to me;
Her freely-given look demanded no return,
Love's area of the mind spreading over others.
Was it that he'd only hit her once?
The sightless mother's fingers over the face of her child
Tenderly traced that juncture of skin and hour,
Acquiring an instant in time.
(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:)
I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny
it was your kitten fur voice
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture of it
with which
no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight
on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my
“made to order” searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent
with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
a white gem
silent, hidden behind my poetry
sitting in a seat in that Inn
listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart
onto the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton
like a cloud-kissed sky
I was light as air and as deep as “a thousand leagues under the sea”
You became my heroic touchstone,
my one true thing sapphire-sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
oxen yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself
faithfully -to “my cross to bear”
your endless denial of our love.
You were lithe…thin as a straw… tall as a poplar
white as ash and grey as coal
except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
....of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
It was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back
the stars of my own piercing need
Yoked by my own wanton weave … I drove on blindly
mind spider webbed
the ghost of your emotion-less carcass draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in a cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age -Some loud, angry band you loved
Less real to you
by far more ethereal and ever lost in time to me
than the new found “writing on the wall”
They say that love is blind; that's nature's way
to leave uncluttered pathways to our hearts,
so cupid's arrows see their targets lay
with no distractions when love-struck with darts.
The eyes of love see beauty sweet and pure;
their vision filled with roses and blue skies.
Without life's rain and clouds they can assure
a state of mind and heart with no goodbyes.
If love were not so blind it would not last,
for open eyes would see past cupid's goals.
But hearts once pierced with blinded love amass
the strength to later see uncovered souls.
Love firmly planted builds a broader view;
rose-tinted glasses traded for the clear,
to open up the narrow paths, breakthrough
to fuller scenes that blinded love might fear.
Yes, love is blind; a gift to draw us in-
the bait is sweet, we hunger for the taste.
Yet this love grows to fuller depths within
when planted, in deep soil, and firmly braced.
Sandra M. Haight
Diapered kid flies around,
shoots arrows at mismatched souls,
and does it all blindfolded?
That stupid Cupid!
For the SYLLABLES OF WISDOM 2 Poetry Contest of Silent One
Love is beautiful,
Love is hard to find,
Love is the bond,
And love is blind.
Love is like spring,
It speaks one's mind
Love is like mist,
And love is blind.
Love is wonderful,
Mind is confined,
Love is about hope,
And love is blind.
Love brings change,
Life is entwined,
Love is like ocean,
And love is blind.
A rose without thorns,
Is not yet defined,
Love sees no wrong,
And love is blind.
Love brings anguish,
It maybe unkind,
Memories live long,
And love is blind.
March 31, 2016.
ClichePoetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
you crept behind a tear
where passion slept
longing in a dream
awake
blind to desires
hidden in view, yet
you looked through as if
they were nonexistent
like the melody of a song
when the lyrics are
all that will soothe
a broken soul or
those we wish were
never played again
you danced on my heart
to our song with
someone who wasn't
too blind to see
your wishes to say
goodbye
Visiting Wal-Mart, I happen on him
Amid the crowd there stands the man I love
He is appearing all healthy and trim
There is no doubt of blessing from above
There was a time when we fit like a glove
Two hearts bound together for a lifetime
Remembering when I was ladylove
Life with him was definitely peacetime
At times, we spent the moments with pastime
Two honest lovers being filled with bliss
Awaiting moments when passion was prime
When it would be a time to reminisce
True love does not leave the heart or the mind
Inside, this love will be forever blind
©August 14, 2014
On the theme of Chance Meeting
They say
Love is Blind
Cupid's arrows hit
Whoever they Find
And put them
In a Bind
She dances to his tune
When she does his bidding, he’s over the moon
He acts so cool
Yet he plays her for a fool
This innocent girl has got the hots
But she is so naive he’s calling all the shots
She dangles like a puppet on a string
Can’t see that she’s just his plaything
He’s like so many other cheating lying guys
Using her because she’s not worldly wise
She needs to get wise
Get wise to his lies
He wears a disguise
You can’t see his eyes
Get wise
Get wise
Or does he have you hypnotised?
Wise up before he leaves you for another
Get wise so it won't come as a surprise.
08-07-17
Love is Blind
Love is blind.
Keep in mind.
When it drops as free fall on you,
either old gold or fragrant new
casting always spectacular view,
in raw red, is wildly unrefined.
Love is blind,
yet unkind,
when lavender love is not reflected,
ignored by blooming beloved,
primrose passion unappreciated,
sweet heart just left you behind.
Love is blind
and entwined,
when it flows in rhythmic resonance,
twin flames brighten deep dependence,
sepal-petal bond of emerald elegance
gains cherry charm of love to rewind.
Love is blind
underlined
on First Love as Rosy Realization,
One-sided Love as Drooping Depression
Mutual Love as Platinum Perfection.
Pearly Pain blends in love of each kind
Love is blind.
How to find
Lost Love floated and waved with flowing river,
Silent Love devoid of demand drowned forever,
Locked Love closed,controlled, cared never,
Weeping withering brittle buds can remind.
03/25/16
Cliche Poetry Contest Second place
Sponsor Silent One
You Select Again
Contest by Brian Strand
Her heart swells with ecstacy
When he plays basketball in scorching heat
Dodges the ball here and there
With a sly smile dwelling everywhere
Before scoring the goal, he lifts his head
Throws a glance where she with everyone, treads
Drunk, deep blue but cosmic cross eyes
And she colours love in them
Her heart pounds with misdirected love
He jumps and goals and her heart go wild
For he: a stretched Straw lands back on the court....
Like a ball rolling far and wide
Game resumes and to shed his sweat..
He flips his shirt up and low
A scare-crow figure peeps through belly
Then a daring crow comes, sit and poops on his head
He is all bones and; flesh of a pound or two
But she sees six packs flashing her eyes
And her heart swells with ecstasy
Near the end he pours water on his face
With his head high and his eyes closed
The grey shirt turns black with water and sweat
And her heart gets high with adrenaline fret
The water drops find their way out of the black silk tides;
With black lice as passesngers on-board
One nook of supposedly voluptuous lips
Hangs upward, baring sidelines of his dental scheme
A days old seed there; stuck in-between
Sows directly in the soft soil of her heart
And she can't see seed's surrounding black sea,
As her heart swells with blind love and ecstasy
No asseveration can appease
my Othello suffering husband
despite an axiomatic love
held only for thee.
Yet an altruistic devotion
runs deep within me.
Love is blind you see.
To see or not to see...
that is the question!
You don’t see the defects,
You only see the muscle,
And when he is accused,
You cause a kerfuffle.
Adjacent to beauty, truth,
That youth so lively and vital,
Vibrant with colour spread,
He speaks with his amble.
Two sociology’s merge,
Into one lovely scene,
And technology assists,
With where you’ve been.
Having only conversation,
Through looks and kindness,
Facilitated by still silence,
Interspersing strong keenness.
Bed lying open to anyone,
Enclosing only the two of you,
Glueing that modish freshness,
That expects to act and do.
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is blind
that might explain all the groping,
the endless touching,
the constant need to get closer –
to whisper.
Love is blinded
by lust’s desire to gaze –
longingly - into the abyss
of a lover’s eyes,
fall weightlessly
through the stages of romance,
sleep in the scented dreams
of satiations pillows.
Love is blind
and in its blindness sees
only the object of its love,
believes only the words
of its Braille touch,
knows only the fulfillment
of itself.
Love is blind
to all but that which it seeks,
knows only what it senses
in the heat of the moment,
consumes only those who seek
its sightless beauty.
3/30/2016
submitted to – Cliché – Poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One